Aiyyo, killaconcepz I gotta concept for ya/
You flow is so shit, I don’t blame da crowd when they ignore ya/
Listen to wot I say, don’t lose ya focus/
Cos like Mose’s 8th plague, I’ll attack u like locusts /
You spit like ur new to this game, ur a virgin killaconcepz/
Ur like a teenage virgin, we all kno ya want sex/
Ya got lightweight next to ya name, it decribes u in one word/
One punch from me and ya vision be blurred/
Make no mistake im a heavyweight, ur a fake/
I punch bigga than nigga Tyson in round eight/
I hit ya chin, u hit the mat homie/
Ur lights are out, u aint comin back homie/
You say that ur represent the streets of Connecticut/
Ya flows are shit, they bout as healthy as a cigarette butt/
Your mum is begging to fuck me, she down on all fours/
Her pussy so hairy, it must be breaking some of president ‘bushes’ laws/
She needs to be shaven before I fuck her in your bed/
I want less hairs down there than Michael Jordan’s forehead/
I bet ya wish ya never bitchslap someone u gonna lose to/
I get ya mamma to spank ya like she used to/